Shocking, I know: bloggers sometime lead less than post-worthy lives...or at least the stuff they're unwilling to share on their blogs (see: details about said late nights with sexy bearded gentlemen) are sometimes not post-worthy.
Until I'm ready to dish about my love life, and until there's something regarding the post-Time's excitement worthy of reporting, how about some Friday Faff?! (patented by the lovely Hillary With Two L's)
It's not even that I particularly like fast food, although I have been known to consume a Big Mac with unadulterated glee once in a blue moon, but western bacon cheeseburgers from Carl's Jr. have been like crack to me since I was a skinny little girl. Yes, I feel absolutely ill moments after wolfing one, but oh man, they taste so fucking good.
There was a particularly rainy, unemployed winter spent in San Francisco where I did nothing but eat Cream of Wheat every morning, and watch multiple Tivo'd episodes of this show. It was pure heaven. Just watch the theme song, if you don't believe me.
Cold Case Files - or really, any real-life forensic show (also see: First 48, American Justice). I could watch this shit all day.
Okay, your turn! Tell me your guilty pleasures, my dears.